Why a Support Network is Crucial to a Writer

Posted on 14/02/2013 by

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Perspective!

Writers tend to work on their own, in the dark, which can be at times crazy and lonely making. At these times it is particularly helpful to have caring and supportive people around you who will encourage and reassure and… you know what? I don’t know. I don’t have those people. I have these people.

Me: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M WRITING ABOUT. THERE ARE DUCKLINGS & COOKIES. ONE OF THOSE IS A EUPHEMISM FOR SOMETHING BUT I’M NOT SURE WHAT. help.
Rick: Real ducklings or plastic ones? And what sort of cookies?
Me: NEITHER. I DON’T KNOW. EUPHEMISTIC DUCKLINGS

Andrew:

Cute little yellow duckling floating in near-black water.

Me: THAT IS NOT HELPING.
Andrew: Depends on who 😉
Me: *sulk*
Andrew: Aww. Hey guess what?

Cookies in the shape of ducklings with a line of blue at the bottom as though they are swimming.

Me: THIS IS NOT IMPROVING THE SITUATION
Andrew: I am horrid and mean, I don’t know why you put up with me.
Me: I KNOW. WHAT AM I THINKING? WAIT. IF I KNEW THAT I WOULDN’T BE DEALING WITH FREAKING EUPHEMISTIC DUCKS RIGHT NOW
Andrew: I think this is the most yelling I’ve ever seen from you. It’s odd.
Me: I AM A VERY CALM PERSON. EXCEPT FOR NOW. NOW THERE ARE DUCKS
Andrew:

 Giant rubber 15 x 18m duck floating in Sydney Harbour

Me: I know that duck. That duck is cool.
Andrew
Image of a giraffe holding out its leg dramatically to point at a duck. Caption reads: LOOK AT THIS DUCK. Look at it.

Me: Okay. What’s it going to do?
Andrew: DANCE!
Me: That would be cool.
Andrew: And then the duck did the chicken dance and everyone was a little weirded out.

Jen: Just keep paddling…?
Me: Am in space. Could end badly.

Caris: I think I need ducklings. Can I have a copy?
Me: Er… these ducklings are not good ducklings. These ducklings make no sense. You don’t want these ducklings.
Caris: So they aren’t serial killer ducklings or cannibal ducklings or even plain fluffy ducklings or duckies on drugs? #upforanything
Me: They’re dorky euphemistic ducklings. …which now that I come to type it is a pretty good description of my main characters. Read new chapter instead. No ducklings, but a Jabberwock! Also things that go crunch and explode. (Not the same things.)

Rick: The ducklings are metaphorical?
Me: No. The ducklings are euphemisms. The cookies are metaphorical.

Head => Wall, Repeat. Of course, by the time you come out the other side of that kind of thing while you can’t help but feel deranged you also know you’re in good company.